Page 15 of Clash Of Worlds

“Not scary because I feel the same way. Even if we come from different families, you’re so it for me, Lucia. You truly are my Siren, calling me to live all my life for you.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat. This wasn’t just sweet pillow talk; this was the truth between us. I pulled him in for another kiss as I arched upward, squeezing him. He moaned into my mouth and started pumping faster, harder. I had no choice but to hold onto him, letting him control my body.

“Husband, I’m so close.”

“Come for me, Wife. Let me feel you coat my dick like you coated my tongue.”

That was it. Dirty words never did anything for me. But with him, I was finding out a lot of things about myself. And dirty talk was a thing.

“Trevor, that’s it. Yes!” I cried out as I clenched him tightly, making him stop for a second, only to feel him come deep inside me.

“Holy….shit. I…didn’t mean…to do that.”

I smiled as I closed my eyes, holding him tight to my heart. I had no doubt there would be a lot of “not meant to do that’s”, and with this man, I was here for all of them.

~ Chapter Nine ~

Trevor

“Have a good night, Boss?” I glared at Jameson as he chuckled, easily pointing out the love bites I had exposed.

I wouldn’t answer his question out loud, but yes, I had a good night. A real good fucking night.

Sure, the sex was beyond mind blowing with my wife, but even between those times, we talked, getting to know each other on a deeper level. We took a bath, exploring the many things about ourselves and our bodies.

Like, she has the freakin’ cutest birthmark on her right hip in the shape of a crescent moon. So, when she was eighteen, she got a sun tattooed on her left hip. She also commented on just how pale I was and how the only color I would ever be able to have would be the reddish freckles that seemed to be dusted all over my body.

Which was true. I also, vehemently told her, that was the joy of being Irish. I also mentioned to her, as I rubbed her belly, tobe ready because our children would probably be fair skinned as well. That led to another hot sex scene in the tub.

Of course, the love bites weren't the only thing I had. I had scratches galore on my back. My little Siren was also one hell of a sex kitten who liked her claws. Not only were my back and shoulders marked up, but so were my thighs. For one of the times, I had her on me and in reverse, her nails were marking up my legs, as if they were trying to steady her.

"You know, Jameson, the Italians have a thing they do that I might start looking into as well." I paused making sure I had his attention. "They discipline any man under their command, even top men, for disrespect." I watched as the man swallowed hard, knowing just what I was talking about.

He held up his hands and shook his head. "I didn't mean anything by it, Boss. You know that, right? I like Lucia, she's a good match for you and a damn good queen to have on your bloody, Irish throne."

"Smart answer," I heard from behind me and turned to see my wife there, a smile on her face. "And I have known my dad to cut off a finger or two if anyone disrespected him, or his family." I cut off my laugh as she tossed a wink his way.

"She's gonna be a ball buster, Boss," he grumbled, and I only nodded. I had no doubt that my new wife was going to keep me on my toes all the time. And oddly enough, I didn't mind because I knew there wouldn't be a dull moment with her.

"I enjoy that title very much, thank you," she told him, linking her arm through mine. "Shall we get going though? Checkout is complete and my luggage is down at the car already.”

“Smart, beautiful, and easy to get along with, I think I hit the jackpot,” I teased her, giving her a quick kiss. “We do have to head out. I believe your dad wanted to see me this afternoon. Not a man I want to keep waiting if I can avoid it. Let’s go, Jameson.”

I took my little Siren’s hand, feeling far too lucky and peaceful.

Lucia

“Is there anyone I should be worried about your in house? I mean, there weren’t any issues while I was there, but that doesn’t mean that someone wasn’t upset?”

“No, Wife, it’s your castle to control, to maintain how you see fit. My close-knit people are small, so you should always know who is who and who would even enter.” I nodded at that because I was already understanding that. But his world, his close-knit people, the ones he ate and talked with, were far smaller than what I was used to and I might just have to change that.

“Good to know. Didn’t want to ruffle any feathers.”

“None to ruffle, at least to anyone that matters.” I grinned as he gave me a soft kiss. Mentally, I sighed. I don’t know if I would ever stop enjoying those. I was about to lean in to give him another when the car swerved violently, and I crashed against the door.

“What the hell, Jameson?”

“Sorry, Boss, but we got a tail and I’m trying to lose him.”

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